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Oh hello. I am Ava and I am 17. Strawberries and Cream and novels are my favorite things.


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Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.


I wish you told me earlier...
way earlier.

I had only one regret in life.
maybe two, but none as horrifying and as unimaginable as this.
I had no idea I was so stupid.

What was I thinking?

tainted glass.
scratched. imperfect.
never gonna be the same again..

i wish you had warned me.
why didnt you tell me?
why??

now there's nth i can do but to await fate's punishment as it slowly uncaps it poison which will stealthily and eventually choke me to my own death.

there is no love in the world.
only responsibility.
loneliness.
company.
roles.
chores.
illusions.
& perhaps lust.


no real love. no definitive love. everyone's different.
no ground for measurement.
like beauty. like perspective. like an argument.
if you think its right, its right.
if you think its white, its white.

i chose to live in my own lies.
because i have no choice.
like a movie in a cinema.
like a play in the theatre.
one with you. one with the rest of the world.

im tired.
but the past will always be there.
haunting.
thriving in the deepest and darkest moments of the night, and in our fury.
waiting to leap out and slit my throat.
waiting for a chance to be remembered and uncovered.


now that you told me.. tell me if what i said was right.

am i guaranteed to not be treasured & loved (if it exists) again?